Saturday, 13 September 2008

Exams.

Evil thing. Draws u away from what u love.
Feel so far away from what I need.
There's this void that churns inside
I badly need to fill.
It twirls It swirls It eats my world
from head to toe I feel this
tingle on the tips,
My fingers My tongue My crinkle cut mind.
A ringing? fire bells singing?
the fine young Bingley(though thou falls short of) needs no fortune needs no land.
The fine young Bingley needs his Jane,
plain'o Jane. No fiesty lizzy or fair,fair desde
would douse cinderblocks of such passion William longs to share.
She told me she whisper'd 'O Dear, o'my dear'
in her sleep or at its brink.
She faults my nectar-crusted tongue when I speak of how i heard them too
in my dreams, and all i had to confess was how sweet the dream was.
O darling you move me. You move me from today to tomorrow.
You're my joy, my sorrows. I want you but i guess
the Devil has yet to be tamed.